Tuesday, October 9, 2012
I have this very uncomfortable feeling of doing nothing.
Just sitting. Trying to get rid of it. Eating excessively.
Too occupied with myself to leave my apartment, or read a
book, or watch a movie.
I need to have rough sex or get into a fight.
But neither of those things are possible, given my isolation
It’s like restless leg syndrome, only my whole life.
I want to do something insane but I want the insane thing to
be presented to me when I walk into the living room.
I have gotten nothing done and I realize that the true reason
I need to go to a cafe to write is because I can’t masturbate
in a cafe.